* Inspired from a song by Gregory and the Hawk *
Dear Isabelle,
After a long and treacherous Summer, it is finally coming to an end. The unpredictable weather is going to cease. Although I somewhat despised the humid nights, I know that a part of me will miss that warm Summer breeze.
As you know, my life has always been a routine: wake up, go to work, come home to a 'dinner-for-one', then drift off into a lonely sleep. Things would change slightly when you visited me, but other than that, things would have stayed the same around here.
Until now.
I met a man not that long ago - it was definitely love at first sight. His dark, brooding eyes instantly gazed upon mine. Call it cliche, but we hit it off in the usual style: dinner and a movie. Isabelle, I don't think I've ever felt this way before, especially not after Darren. You know how long it has taken for me to get over him and you know how much I believed that love was an 'illusion'. This was all until I met Brad.
Yes, his name his Brad - a wild and carefree spirit. Unpredictable at times and often dominant in nature. He broke my shackles and taught me to love again. Isabelle, I think I have finally found "The One" that people talk about these days. Maybe "The One" really does exist.
Only time can tell.
As you know, my life has always been a routine: wake up, go to work, come home to a 'dinner-for-one', then drift off into a lonely sleep. Things would change slightly when you visited me, but other than that, things would have stayed the same around here.
Until now.
I met a man not that long ago - it was definitely love at first sight. His dark, brooding eyes instantly gazed upon mine. Call it cliche, but we hit it off in the usual style: dinner and a movie. Isabelle, I don't think I've ever felt this way before, especially not after Darren. You know how long it has taken for me to get over him and you know how much I believed that love was an 'illusion'. This was all until I met Brad.
Yes, his name his Brad - a wild and carefree spirit. Unpredictable at times and often dominant in nature. He broke my shackles and taught me to love again. Isabelle, I think I have finally found "The One" that people talk about these days. Maybe "The One" really does exist.
Only time can tell.
~ ~ ~
Summer feels long gone and now the leaves are starting to slowly fade away and die - others are changing colours like chameleons. Sometimes I wonder if Brad is like a chameleon - changing his colours to blend into backgrounds. They say you learn something new every day.
Brad is an artist - a bloody good one too. I often find myself feeling jealous over his amazing skills for I cannot help but compare them to my own. He promises to teach me some tips to enhance my own work. I feel that by learning of his artistic instinct, this only brings us closer together.
Isabelle, after realising something new about Brad after a month, I realise I still have yet to learn more about him. I thought I had him all figured out, but I guess I was wrong. I wonder if he is "Arty Brad" one day, then a different Brad another day. After all, who knows what else is lurking within his mind. The sheer thought somewhat excites me - a chill that rattles my spine.
Then again. . .
Should I be concerned about whatever else that is yet to arise?
~ ~ ~
Dear Isabelle,
Autumn is definitely here. The trees are being stripped of their coats and stand naked against the cold breeze. You can tell a change is in the air - it's affecting all of us.
A change is starting to stir within me and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I am starting to feel different towards Brad. I am not sure if this is because he's decided to practically move in with me. He is not officially living with me, but he may as well be. He is here most of the time now.
Yeah, it's a bit of a jump, I know.
They say people act differently when they live with one another. It's like their 'true side' has been exposed. I think I can safely say that I have seen Brad's.
Isabelle, I know you would be giving me your usual lecture right now about taking things too fast. However this time, instead of rolling my eyes and simply saying "Yes Isabelle" continually, I would actually stop and listen.
I know you would be right.
Brad seems more aggressive these days and I'm not sure if that is because of his recent heavy workload. You see, his boss expects him to come up with this brilliant logo design for the company in a short time span. I guess it's taking its toll on our relationship.
Now, don't get me wrong Isabelle, we have our good moments. It's just that they don't last as much anymore - and it's only a matter of time before they've vanished completely. Did I really jump into this too fast?
Did I make a mistake?
Autumn is definitely here. The trees are being stripped of their coats and stand naked against the cold breeze. You can tell a change is in the air - it's affecting all of us.
A change is starting to stir within me and I'm not sure if I like it or not. I am starting to feel different towards Brad. I am not sure if this is because he's decided to practically move in with me. He is not officially living with me, but he may as well be. He is here most of the time now.
Yeah, it's a bit of a jump, I know.
They say people act differently when they live with one another. It's like their 'true side' has been exposed. I think I can safely say that I have seen Brad's.
Isabelle, I know you would be giving me your usual lecture right now about taking things too fast. However this time, instead of rolling my eyes and simply saying "Yes Isabelle" continually, I would actually stop and listen.
I know you would be right.
Brad seems more aggressive these days and I'm not sure if that is because of his recent heavy workload. You see, his boss expects him to come up with this brilliant logo design for the company in a short time span. I guess it's taking its toll on our relationship.
Now, don't get me wrong Isabelle, we have our good moments. It's just that they don't last as much anymore - and it's only a matter of time before they've vanished completely. Did I really jump into this too fast?
Did I make a mistake?
~ ~ ~
Dear Isabelle,
Autumn is rapidly drawing to an end as Winter slowly wraps his loving arms around what is left of her - ready to drown Autumn in a midst of rain. My world has become filled with nothing but poems and paintings. They seem to be the only drive in my life now - the only thing that keeps me going.
Brad is changing as quickly as the weather. So much, it becomes tiresome to keep an eye on him. Sometimes, his aggressiveness is just unbearable, but yet I do nothing to remove myself from the situation. He is constantly calling me to him and his strong hands make it hard to shove him away.
I guess I don't have the energy I used to anymore.
Isabelle, what can I do? I feel as though my life is going nowhere. My job has become a hassle and I no longer take pride in anything I do - apart from art. I know if I sit here and do nothing, I will surely end up worse than I already am.
This is the last thing I need.
You yourself would tell me to be proactive - go out and do something to fix the problem. That's what I've always admired about you. You've always seemed to be able to work your way out of a situation by doing something.
Now it's my turn to figure a way out of this mess.
Autumn is rapidly drawing to an end as Winter slowly wraps his loving arms around what is left of her - ready to drown Autumn in a midst of rain. My world has become filled with nothing but poems and paintings. They seem to be the only drive in my life now - the only thing that keeps me going.
Brad is changing as quickly as the weather. So much, it becomes tiresome to keep an eye on him. Sometimes, his aggressiveness is just unbearable, but yet I do nothing to remove myself from the situation. He is constantly calling me to him and his strong hands make it hard to shove him away.
I guess I don't have the energy I used to anymore.
Isabelle, what can I do? I feel as though my life is going nowhere. My job has become a hassle and I no longer take pride in anything I do - apart from art. I know if I sit here and do nothing, I will surely end up worse than I already am.
This is the last thing I need.
You yourself would tell me to be proactive - go out and do something to fix the problem. That's what I've always admired about you. You've always seemed to be able to work your way out of a situation by doing something.
Now it's my turn to figure a way out of this mess.
~ ~ ~
Dear Isabelle,
It's three o'clock in the morning and the Winter wind pounds itself against my window. The after taste of half a bottle of Chianti lingers in my swollen mouth. I sit here, in a drunken haze writing what will probably be my last letter for a while.
Across from me lays my beautiful companion. Her untainted, naked body glistening under the dim lamp light.
In the past, I've felt this way too many times before. The ground is hard and each time I fall down, it becomes harder to stand up again. It's time to take a stand.
I know how to solve the situation I am in - my mind has been made up. So Isabelle, do try to understand, as it is the only way to escape this nightmare - the pit keeps getting deeper and I'm not turning back. The time is now - I must leave before the sun rises.
Do not be concerned, I think this feels alright.
Say hello to Brad for me, will you?
It's three o'clock in the morning and the Winter wind pounds itself against my window. The after taste of half a bottle of Chianti lingers in my swollen mouth. I sit here, in a drunken haze writing what will probably be my last letter for a while.
Across from me lays my beautiful companion. Her untainted, naked body glistening under the dim lamp light.
In the past, I've felt this way too many times before. The ground is hard and each time I fall down, it becomes harder to stand up again. It's time to take a stand.
I know how to solve the situation I am in - my mind has been made up. So Isabelle, do try to understand, as it is the only way to escape this nightmare - the pit keeps getting deeper and I'm not turning back. The time is now - I must leave before the sun rises.
Do not be concerned, I think this feels alright.
Say hello to Brad for me, will you?
* Original Image is not mine *
* Image Source: http://insignificant-other.deviantart.com/art/The-Letter-5977497 *
* Image Source: http://insignificant-other.deviantart.com/art/The-Letter-5977497 *
Wooooooo! This lures us into a false sense of security (that this is just "another-girly-chit-chat-diary"), but then the flood gates burst and "the knife" turns! Suddenly, there is an urgency to back track, to check if some microscopic clue has been missed! A beautiful, chilling piece! Well done!
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